My Only Angel::Harry Styles

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*Olivia's POV* (Thursday)
"Okay, calm yourself Fi, i'll be there in less than two minutes!" I giggled hanging up on my best friend and rushing through the streets of London to get to work on time. Fiona and i both worked at the cafe on the corner of a very busy street. She's been my best friend since high school and without her i'd be nobody. We were the only people who we knew at our job and every other employee was either rude or just plain annoying. Therefore, she hated when i was late which was seventy five percent of the time.

I'm Olivia Jenson and i'm 21 years old. I have very little family in the area because a lot of them went to the states in the past ten years for multiple reasons. I live alone in a flat that's a block or two away from Fiona's. I have a 17 year old brother named Clay and a 13 year old sister named Claire. They both live very close to me with our mother, Amber, a few minutes away from my flat and we visit each other as often as we can. My father passed away when i was 16 and ever since my mom has been single and working three jobs to provide for her and her children. I love her endlessly and she's my everything.

Fiona, on the other hand, is 22 and has rarely any family around for her. She lives in a flat with her 20 year old brother named Steven and even he's only around on Friday's and Saturday's. He works for a very popular company and, on the side, is a very talented drummer. He always plays Fiona and me songs, when he's free, that we hear on the radio everyday and we sing along for him.

Anyway, i crossed the street to make it to the cafe, jogged up the sidewalk and as i got around twenty feet from the entrance, i stumbled backwards, dropping my purse. Typical me.

But clumsy ole Olivia didn't just trip over myself like i usually do, somebody ran into me this time.

I looked down at my shirt and brushed it off with my hands. Just as i did so, two firm hands grabbed onto my shoulders. I jumped looking up to see who it was. It was a guy, about my age, who had the bluest eyes and a few strands of dirty blonde hair poked out behind the hood of his black sweatshirt.

"Are you alright? I'm so sorry, it's just i love the food here and the lads all left without me so- never mind you don't seem to care." He started, then let me go. He had an adorable Irish accent.

"No, no you're fine, really." I started to bend down to grab my purse that i dropped, but he insisted on picking it up for me.

"Here ya go." He smiled wide slipping a pair of dark sunglasses on.

"Thank you." I responded grabbing my purse from him and getting ready to go to work before i'm late and Fiona kills me, along with my boss.

"I'm Niall by the way, but you probably already knew that." He sheepishly grinned stuffing his hands in his khaki pockets.

"Oh i'm Olivia, but i'm sorry have we met before? I'm awful at remembering names.." I was really confused as to who this guy was and why he thought i'd know him. Was he a common customer? Is he a family friend?

"What? No, no sorry i was just... never mind just pretend i never said anything." He smiled softly and then went to shake my hand.

"NEIL! YOU BETTER GET OVER HERE BEFORE PAYNO AND I EAT ALL OF YOUR FOOD!" Someone shouted from right outside the cafe door. They were wearing dark sunglasses and a black hoodie, covering most of their face so i couldn't tell who it was exactly. They were dressed almost exactly like Niall, and they called him Neil... huh that's a bit odd.

"Well, that's me. See ya around Olivia." He smiled, again, jogging into the cafe. I was about to follow him, but that would look weird, so i went in through the back entrance.